WHEN IN ROME

By SilverTurtle

Ex-Brother Theodore sighed into his fourth Shirley Temple and swizzled the decorative straw through the liquid while using his free hand to scoop up another forkful of truly excellent pasta. He'd been in Rome for three weeks now, taken in all the popular tourist sites, and even managed to wrangle a seat in the most prestigious restaurant in the city and he was still dissatisfied. He didn't know exactly what was missing from his experience. After leaving the monastery to pursue the life he'd always wanted he thought he'd be happier, he'd thought just getting away from the dank stone walls and dispirited brothers would show him the path he was meant to be on but he was as lost as ever.

More lost than ever, actually, as he'd been traveling aimlessly across the European continent with no purpose for months and only ended up in Rome accidentally when he'd missed his stop in Venice by falling asleep and been informed that a bus back with the same company (one giving him a discount he couldn't refuse) wouldn't be departing for several weeks. He'd always wanted to see Rome, of course, it was once the hub of Western civilization and a fascinating city for its history and for the development of its culture so he didn't mind staying for a while. But there was only so much of one place a man could stand when he was looking for his purpose in life and he was ready to board that bus tomorrow and get on with his search.

He was dabbing a bit of stray sauce from his lips with a linen napkin when a petite brunette woman dressed as a chef stepped up to his table and offered him a friendly smile. She might have been the most beautiful woman he'd seen in his life, including his life before he was a monk and those he'd seen in his recent travels.

"Hello, sir," the beautiful woman said in warm tones, "I am Chef Gigi. How are you finding your meal today?"

"I'm Theodore. And the meal has been outstanding," Theodore enthused, "I've never enjoyed pasta so much in my life!"

Gigi chuckled, "I am pleased to hear it, sir. You aren't from around here, are you?" At Theodore's shaking head the chef smiled, "Your accent gave you away. I hope you've enjoyed our beautiful city."

"Very much so," Theodore smiled back. "There's been so much to see and do here. Your city is so rich with history."

"It is that," Gigi nodded. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your time here," she made a polite nod of farewell but stalled actually leaving when she saw the posture of the man suddenly slump and decided since they were so near closing time she could take a few more minutes to keep the man company. "May I ask," she began, gaining his instant attention, "what brings you here? To Rome?"

"Oh," Theodore furrowed his brow, "Finding myself, really. I recently left a monastery I'd lived in for most of my adult life, you see. I'm hoping to find a better purpose than languishing behind stone walls closed off from the rest of the world. I've been traveling Europe looking for something, but I don't know what. I leave Rome tomorrow afternoon for Venice, from there to Vienna, then Budapest and Athens, then on into Asia." Theodore shrugged, "Until I find what I'm looking for I figured I should see as much of the world as I can. Besides, the more places I look the more likely I am to actually find something worthwhile."

Gigi felt her eyebrow lift in surprise and she took a seat across from this odd man. He was a bit awkward. Shy she supposed, but eager for company which made sense given his past as a monk. She thought it odd given his slightly intimidating size that he would be so hesitant to speak with her. In her experience men like him tended to expect fawning attention, even those associated with churches she knew of. But this man told of his plans not to impress her, he was merely stating fact and doing so in a manner that she found quite appealing. He might be exactly what she needed. Gigi put on her best charming smile as Theodore took a sip from his drink. "Tell me, Theodore," Gigi's sultry tone of voice caught his immediate attention, "You've been in a monastery most of your adult life, you said. Have you ever made love to a woman?"

Theodore turned bright scarlet and nearly spat out his drink. He swallowed with difficulty and shook his head, eyes wide from shock.

Gigi smiled seductively, "Would you like to?" She saw from the way he hurriedly spread his napkin across his lap to disguise the sudden tenting of his pants that he certainly would like to and smiled wider. She rose from her seat and offered him her hand, "Come with me."

Theodore, not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, accepted her hand and allowed himself to be pulled along to the back of the restaurant.

***'***

Gigi led him to a locked door, removing a key from her pocket and quickly getting it open to reveal a set of stairs leading to her apartment above the restaurant. "Here," she guided him through the door and locked it again behind them then swiftly ascended the steps dragging him behind her.

Theodore didn't get much of a chance to look around as Gigi didn't turn on any lights, just ushered him along until she could push him down on her bed behind another closed door. He sat at the edge of the bed nervous beyond all measure, but his nerves were quickly forgotten as Gigi straddled his lap and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.

Her hands cupped his jaw as she methodically plundered his mouth with her tongue, guiding his own into tangling with hers until he was kissing back with more enthusiasm than skill. Wholly focused on the sensation of her mouth on his he barely noticed when her hands caressed down his neck and into the collar of his shirt, rubbing his collar bones and shoulders and tugging at the fabric drawing it taut across his chest. When he had to break away for air she moved her attention to his neck, her mouth hot and damp as it tasted the skin just above his pounding pulse, and smoothly undid the buttons of his shirt until she slipped it down his arms and dumped it on the floor. She gently raked her nails down his chest and made a pleased sound at his twitching muscles.

His hands, to his surprise, hadn't been idle through this. One was kneading her buttock insistently, keeping up with the shallow rhythmic motions of her hips, while the other scrabbled to find a way into her chef coat with little success. She must have gotten annoyed with his fumbling because she ripped herself from his jaw with a frustrated noise and yanked the offending garment over her head, taking a t-shirt and bra along with it, and sending the whole bundle sailing across the room to land in a heap in the corner. Theodore grinned and let his hands joyfully explore her expanses of heated skin running up and down her back, fingers edging along her spine making her arch into him he noted with interest, and pulling around to her front to take a breast in each hand and squeeze gently.

She groaned at the feeling of his hands on her breasts. As heated as her skin was, because she was beyond ready to be touched, his hands were still like fire on her skin and inflaming her own passion to even greater heights. She felt her nipples pebble against his palms as he carefully dragged them across her peaks. When they stood to prominence he rolled one between thumb and forefinger while claiming the other with a hot wet mouth. She held back a moan, appreciating this attention and allowing one hand to curl at the back of his neck to hold him exactly where he was. Not to be outdone, though, she ground her hips down and brushed against his hardened member through their pants and delighted in his startled grunt. She pressed her free hand to his shoulder and dragged it firmly down his chest, over his stomach, and cupped the bulge through the fabric and stroked just once.

He shuddered and bucked up into her hand, barely managing to wrap an arm around her waist so he didn't knock her off. He removed his lips from her breast and kissed up along the column of her throat enjoying the taste of her skin and the gasp she made when his hand spread flat along the small of her back and pulled her closer to him. He moved his mouth up and up until he could kiss her again immediately twining their tongues like it was a familiar and practiced move.

She swayed into him, their bare torsos coming into full contact and sparking a shiver to run down her spine. Swiftly she climbed off of him and rid herself of her pants and soaked panties before growling and divesting him of his shorts and boxers which sent him reeling onto his back propped up on his elbows. She crawled back over him, his erect manhood between them brushing against her sex and taking on a coating of her arousal, and she swallowed his moan in another devouring kiss. She rocked her hips in tiny motions, just sliding herself along the underside of his cock and enjoying the feel of the effect she had on him as he breathed heavily and thrust lightly against her.

Theodore threw himself into their kiss and barely managed to keep from impaling himself within her, wanting Gigi to decide when she was ready for that. But much more of this gentle teasing, her slick heat gliding easily over him, and he wouldn't last another moment.

It was a great relief to both of them when Gigi rose up far enough to position the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly sink onto it. He tipped his head back with a groan while she enjoyed the sweet stretching of her inner walls. She sat up and pressed her hands down on his hips to keep him from moving while she adjusted to his girth filling her, a little larger than she'd expected but pleasantly so. When she was ready she rolled her hips and they both moaned loudly in pleasure.

She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm feeling inches of him slide in and out of her, pressing along the length of her inner walls in a way that made her body tighten around him to try and draw him even deeper. The pleasure built steadily but she wasn't nearly there and she was about to increase the pace when Theodore's hips bucked wildly once, twice, three times and she felt him release hotly inside of her and start to go limp.

Theodore dropped his head to the bed as his orgasm subsided. He panted trying to catch his breath after experiencing perhaps the most amazing thing to ever happen to him. His eyes closed and he felt his sweat cooling on his chest and brow. He felt Gigi wriggle her hips, his flaccid organ slipping a bit out of her, and suddenly felt a bit sheepish when he realized she hadn't come.

"In my defense," he panted, "that was my first time."

Gigi chuckled, "And it will not be your last. I'm not done with you yet, Theodore."

The tone of her voice made him open his eyes and look at her. A sly smirk graced her lips as she leaned forward to press her body to his, he felt her sex tighten around him and groaned at the feel as he began to harden again within her, rubbing against him. He felt his cock twitch as anticipation filled him. She rolled her body back up dragging her hands down his torso. Her nails scratched firmly enough to be felt but leave no marks from his shoulders, over his pectoral muscles, down his abdomen to his hips. She once more sat astride him with her back straight and chest thrust forward to gain his full attention. His semi-hard member was firm enough now that she could lift and drop herself on it and coax it into full hardness.

She tipped her head towards him and moaned at the feel of him hardening within her, pushing firmly against her tight inner walls. When he was fully erect she picked up the rhythm she'd lost when he'd come, her hips easily finding the pace that would drive her to the height of her pleasure. Her hands left his hips to fumble for his, which she yanked up and planted on her breasts giving him the breathless command "touch me, Teddy," and he was happy to obey.

His hands kneaded her breasts and worked her nipples while he thrust his hips up into her hoping the extra force would help her achieve orgasm. She continued to rock above him, leaning back to dig her hands into the flesh of his thighs for balance. But it wasn't enough for Theodore this time. As much as he enjoyed the sight of the beautiful Gigi impaling herself over and over on him he had a sudden desire to see how beautiful she would be beneath him. He let his desire rule him and he sat up, curled his arms around her back, and rolled them over to lay her down on the mattress.

Gigi gasped in surprise at the sudden change in position, her arms and legs instinctively wrapping around Theodore's shoulders and hips respectively.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his weight settled hovering above her on his elbows on either side of her ribcage, tentative now that his burst of courage had faded and afraid that he'd upset her.

"God, yes," she groaned and canted her hips up into him, prompting him to begin thrusting.

She was so close. Gigi's body rocked and was pressed deeper into her mattress with every thrust of Theodore's hips. Her hands clutched at his back, nails digging in and leaving half moon shaped indents on his shoulders. She tightened her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper into her, getting their sweat-slicked bodies pressed even more closely together. She tilted her hips into his every thrust, encouraging him with breathless gasps and repeated vocalizations of "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!"

Having Gigi beneath him was even more amazing than he'd thought it would be. He could feel her all around him, arms, legs, sex, she was everywhere. He breathed her in as he pounded into her. When she squeaked "harder" he dug his knees into the mattress and obeyed. When she panted "faster" he sped his thrusts to as fast as he could manage. Not content with nuzzling the skin of her neck as he brought her closer to orgasm he took a hardened nipple in his mouth and sucked. When that wasn't enough he leaned on one elbow to let his other hand slip between their bodies and finger the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs.

"Oh, Theodore!" Gigi cried out, the touch of his fingers to her clit the final push she needed. Her sex clenched around him as she came, her whole body arching into him while her limbs squeezed him tightly.

Knowing he'd made her come and feeling her body tense around him, outside and in, was enough to send him careening over the edge again and he came twitching inside her.

They continued to rock gently as they recovered from their orgasms. Theodore lifted his head and claimed a surprisingly chaste kiss as he slid himself out of her. When he pulled back Gigi smiled up at him and pulled him up the bed to throw the covers over both of them and settle down to sleep curled together.

***'***

When Gigi woke the next morning it was to Theodore's mouth on her neck and his hands on her breasts. She could feel his stiff member against her thigh and she laughed a little.

"Good morning to you, too, Theodore," she grinned.

He looked up almost sheepishly, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away while he smiled and claimed a kiss, "Good morning."

She pushed on his shoulders and made him sit up, "Would you like breakfast?"

He shook his head, "I have to get back to my hostel and pack for this afternoon."

"Ah, yes," Gigi hummed and stretched as she sat up, enjoying his hungry eyes on her nude form. "Well then," she swung her leg over both of his to straddle him and lowered herself until he slipped inside her, "one for the road."

One of his hands slid around her back to draw her closer while the other cupped her breast and he tilted his head up for a kiss.

It wasn't a rushed coupling, it was a farewell. Gigi moved her hips almost agonizingly slowly for the both of them, wanting to prolong every moment they had left together.

Their bodies moved in tandem and all too soon he shuddered and she gasped as they peaked.

Theodore dressed reluctantly and slowly trying to think of anything he could say.

Gigi eyed him as he dropped his shirt over his head and finished dressing.

"I won't forget you," Theodore said, coming to sit beside a sheet clad Gigi.

Gigi grinned fondly and kissed him gently, "I should hope not. It would be terribly bad form to forget the first woman you ever slept with."

Theodore laughed. "I'll come back here," he said as he stood and made his way to the door, "I promise."

Gigi considered him with sad eyes and a wistful smile, "I will be here."

Theodore nodded and was gone.

Gigi lay back on her bed and prayed everything would work out as it should.

***'***

Three years later a tanned, toned, and thrilled Theodore stepped through the doors of Gigi's restaurant brimming with the desire to tell Gigi all about the adventures he'd had globetrotting.

When she appeared through the kitchen doors smiling and radiant his breath caught in his throat. She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

When he noticed the small child on her hip with his eyes and her smile his breath caught again as he realized he'd just laid eyes on the most beautiful little girl he'd ever seen.

Gigi noticed him standing stunned in the doorway and peace seemed to wash over her. She smiled and he was struck again by how gorgeous she looked. She came towards him and stopped within arm's reach of him.

"Theodore," she said softly, "I'd like you to meet your daughter, Isabella."

And suddenly Theodore knew that this was what he'd spent the last two years searching for and his entire life not knowing he desperately wanted. A family. A place to call home. He felt happy tears prick his eyes as he stepped forward and bent to lay a gentle kiss on Gigi's lips and an even softer one on his daughter's forehead.

"She's perfect," he whispered as he took the wondering little girl in his arms and settled her on his own hip.

"She is," Gigi agreed as she leaned against his side and smiled as he introduced himself to his child. The little girl easily accepted him after an encouraging nod from her mother and promptly demanded to be let down to wander. Gigi set her on the ground knowing the wait staff would watch out for her and let her loose. She turned back to Theodore and smiled at his shell shocked expression. She rolled her eyes a little and kissed his lips, "Welcome back."

THE END

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Pairing: Brother Theodore/Chef Gigi. Brother Theodore was the head monk at the retreat Cody ran off too in the SLOD episode 'Silent Treatment' - played by Andy Richter. Chef Gigi was the demanding restaurant owner in Rome from SLOD episode 'When in Rome' – played by Sandra Purpuro.